Fable... :

Tall pine grove !
Four doves ply the air.

Four doves
fly off and return.
There are wounds
in their four shadows.

Low pine grove !
Four doves are on the ground.

Unicorns and Cyclops...

Gold horns
and green eyes.

On the headland
in a gigantic throng
they luster the glassless
quicksilver of the sea.

Unicorns and Cyclops.

One eye
and one potency.

who can question the awful
efficacy of those horns ?

conceal your bull's eyes,
Nature !...

August...

Facing the sunset
Peaches and sugar,
and the sun inside the evening
like the stone in the fruit.

The ear of corn holds intact
its hard yellow laughter.

August.
Children eat
dark bread and tasty moon.

Red teat of the sun.
Blue teat of the moon.
Torso half coral.
half silver and penumbra.

This above is a try of 
writing fables, I hope.